Let me paint a picture for you.
a long sleeve blue striped shirt under a red-tiered shirt (used to be a baby dress) poking out under a pink button up jacket all under a yellow striped pea-coat. On bottom a pair of rainbow heart leggings underneath yellow and pink and brown plaid shorts all under a pink tutu. She wore purple shoes and a pink sock and a yellow heart sock. She. was. smokin'.
Has come down with a cold.
This little boy, despite my best efforts, gets terrible eye boogers when he is sick- like disgusting.
From the house to the store the poor boy's eyes were almost swollen shut and he wiped nose boogers all over his face. (don't worry doc appointment today!)
I severely, desperately needed a hair washing.
( I know, gross- but I can't get into the shower without a little baby crying he wants a shower too and with a three year old accomplice he always finds a way in and so my time in the shower is limited.)
So as John was forced to walk in the parking lot with mophead, rainbow-brite and crusty...
I justified, its ok, we're just going to Walmart.
Besides, when we go, we only run into
we have ever known, currently know, and ever plan on knowing.
It's all good.